Chapter XI
First Time
Sara sighed and pushed her hand through her hair. She could feel every word catching in her throat. The impulse to run was stronger then ever...but. Catherine was holding her hand and blue eyes held her own brown. The woman's face was soft and caring, it was what Sara had always called 'the mother look' and it had never before been shown for her. Sara closed her eyes against the woman's look. Catherine wasn't going to be looking at her like that for much longer...
It had been a month since the party and every day, Ethan had dropped by just to see her every day. Sometimes he brought flowers and once he brought a brand new telescope just for her and they'd sat out and he'd pointed out the stars to her. It was very romantic...but...sometimes his hands wandered down to her butt...or to her chest...it made her...uncomfortable. She'd seen what could happen when a girl let herself get too involved with a guy. She'd seen a girl bleed out from a bad turn with a coat hanger. She could still smell the blood when the nightmares creeped up on her. She'd watched the working girls come in after long nights, they always stank of smoke and sin. It wouldn't be like that with Ethan, though. Ethan loved her...but she'd still rather not lose her virginity...yet.
One night, Ethan's parents were out and he was in her room. They were laying on her bed, he'd thrown her books to the side and had announced that they were going to watch a movie marathon. He had A Nightmare on Elm Street I – III. The pointless violence of the movies made her wish she was studying her Chemistry. Freddie Kruger was hacking his way through scantily clad teenagers' dreams and Ethan kept getting closer. By the time Nancy had made her entrance to the third film as a heroic example of Deus ex Machina, Ethan's hands had crawled all the way under her shirt and kept slipping under her bra cups. She wanted desperately to move his hands...but she didn't.
When the credits began to roll, after most of the teenagers were dead and Freddy had once again been banished, he rolled over on top of her. "Hey there, hot stuff." She grinned at him. "Hey Ethan...the movies over." He grinned, "The VCR has automatic rewind on it...let it play." He started raining kisses down on her. She wriggled around. "Chill out, Ethan." He looked at her, his green eyes hot and animalsitic, "C'mon, Sara, we're just having a little bit of fun. Stop being such a cock tease." He pinned her wrists to the mattress with his much larger hands and shifted so he was all the way on top of her. She could feel the all too noticeable bulge in his jeans and she wiggled around, trying to get out from under him. "Okay,Ethan, it's not funny anymore." He leaned over her, "It's not supposed to be funny. I'm just trying to show you how much I love you, Sara."
Despite her reluctance, he'd said he loved her. Ethan Loved Her. He'd said it. She could feel her heart slamming into her chest and she smiled nervously. "I-I-love you too, Ethan." He kissed her, and moved his hands to the fly of her jeans. She bit her lip. "O-okay." He pulled her shirt off of her arms and gave her a feral grin.
For the rest of her life, Sara would remember her first time in flashes of slick skin, grunts, a bruising grip and a tearing pain that had kept her sore for a few days after.
Later, he'd rolled off of her and left. Left her there, alone. She'd changed the sheets...that were spotted with blood and...and his...his...semen. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she stumbled into her shower. She turned the taps on...as hot as they would go and sank down into the tub. She let the scalding water rain down on her...but it wouldn't wash it away, couldn't wash him off of her.
Sara roughly wiped her eyes, trying valiantly not to let Catherine see her cry. It was pointless, though, because sliding down Catherine's cheek was a tear of her own. "Oh Sara."
Author's Note: No, I do not own A Nightmare on Elm Street I, II or III. Nor do I own any characters there of. The sadistic and perverted Freddie Kruger sprang forth from the twisted mind of Wes Craven.